Chapter 39: The Man in Master Lu’s Arms Has an Accident (12)

Chapter 39: The Man in Master Lu's Arms Has an Accident (12)

The sound of chopsticks clinking against the bowl echoed in the bedroom, growing louder as if to assert its presence.

With a "click," the door was pushed open from the outside.

Lu Wuqing’s pupils constricted slightly as he lifted his gaze toward the door.

He saw Song Chuyi walking in with his own bowl, muttering under his breath.

"If you want me to keep you company, just say so."

"Here I am now."

He sat down with a smile.

Lu Wuqing said nothing but continued eating, and the room fell silent without the sound of chopsticks and bowls.

After lunch, Lu Wuqing resumed handling documents. When he finished, Song Chuyi took them downstairs to give them to Wang Si.

In the afternoon, Song Mu received a notice from the school that she needed to go on a business trip to Lin City for a few days, so she wouldn't be home during this time.

Song Chuyi’s father had also gone abroad to attend a seminar and wasn’t around either, leaving only Song Chuyi and Lu Wuqing in the house.

Song Mu’s departure came as a surprise to Song Chuyi.

He had agreed to stay at the Song residence thinking it would give Song Mu and Lu Wuqing a chance to get along better, but her sudden business trip disrupted his plan.

Feeling dispirited by the change in plans, Song Chuyi slumped onto the bed after sitting for a while.

Beside him, Lu Wuqing was still in a video conference. Taking advantage of the camera not capturing him, Song Chuyi reached out and poked his thigh.

Lu Wuqing had truly emerged from the chaotic underworld, and his muscles were not the soft kind built from long-term protein powder consumption but solid, powerful ones.

His fingers stung slightly from the firmness of the muscle.

Feeling a bit disgruntled, Song Chuyi’s spoiled nature, cultivated by Gu Bing in the previous world, surfaced unconsciously.

"It’s all your fault."

Lu Wuqing looked down, his eyes reflecting the reddened tip of Song Chuyi’s finger.

This person had been well cared for by the Song family, with delicate skin that seemed to redden easily upon the slightest touch.

Very tender indeed.

His earpiece still carried the voice of his business partner, but Lu Wuqing found himself unable to concentrate.

"Sorry, let’s talk later."

He nodded slightly and ended the call.

He turned to Song Chuyi, "What do you blame me for?"

"Why do you have so many muscles?" Song Chuyi started tugging at Lu Wuqing’s pants, "Give me some, share some muscles with me."

In the previous world, he had been pampered by Gu Bing and never developed any abs. In this life, he decided not to exercise and simply take what he needed from Lu Wuqing!

Lu Wuqing: ...

Song Chuyi’s tugging had made his pants a bit messy. Somehow, he managed to pull them down slightly, revealing the veins on his abdomen tinged with desire.

Song Chuyi hadn’t noticed this yet and wrapped his hands around Lu Wuqing’s thigh near him.

"Quick, share some!"

He sounded fierce but with a hint of petulance.

Lu Wuqing looked at the flushed young man and suddenly laughed.

"You just grab whatever you want? Hm?"

This made Song Chuyi feel a bit guilty.

Grabbing? That’s a serious offense in the human world.

But... muscles, craving, share.

"What grabbing? I’m asking you!"

He puffed up his cheeks, looking indignant, "You have so many muscles, why can’t you share some with me?"

He was being completely righteous!

"Alright, I’ll share." Lu Wuqing found the unreasonable behavior of the young man somewhat endearing, "I’ve agreed to share, so how will you take them?"

Song Chuyi: ...

This was indeed a bit tricky.

He had just been acting crazy, never expecting Lu Wuqing to actually play along!

His eyes darted, and he bit into Lu Wuqing’s exposed waist, mumbling,

"Mine, mine."

Lu Wuqing felt the pain from his side and let out a muffled groan. Something within him also changed.

An unfamiliar sensation washed over him, threatening to shatter his composure.

The situation suddenly spiraled out of control.

Lu Wuqing pushed Song Chuyi away, folded the blanket, and covered his legs with it.

"Stop it."

His voice was hoarse.

Song Chuyi was confused but realized that his teeth really did hurt from the bite. Not only his teeth, but even his cheeks ached.

He rubbed his cheek. "It's all your fault. Why do you have such hard muscles?"

Lu Wuqing’s chest heaved heavily. Just as he managed to calm down, he heard the word "hard" again, causing his chest to rise and fall once more.

"You bit me so hard my teeth hurt." Song Chuyi complained softly.

"Come here." Lu Wuqing said in a hoarse voice.

Curious about what he intended, Song Chuyi leaned closer.

"Open your mouth." Lu Wuqing added.

Song Chuyi opened his mouth, looking puzzled.

Lu Wuqing raised his hand, his index finger probing into Song Chuyi’s mouth, touching those fine white teeth.

Song Chuyi had beautiful teeth—white, tender, neat, and closely packed. Only the small canine tooth at the upper right corner was slightly sharp, like the occasional mischief he displayed. As Lu Wuqing’s finger explored, the canine tooth lightly grazed his fingertip.

Restless and not quite obedient.

Lu Wuqing withdrew his hand, his voice even more hoarse.

"Your teeth are fine."

Song Chuyi: ?

"You just wanted to check my teeth?"

"And you didn’t even offer compensation, hmph!"

Lu Wuqing stared at Song Chuyi’s flushed face, his fingertips twitching. "What do you want?"

"Whatever I want, you’ll give me?" Song Chuyi exclaimed in surprise.

"Mm." Lu Wuqing murmured softly.

Song Chuyi thought for a moment. He actually wanted money, but then realized he wasn’t particularly short on it right now.

"I can’t think of anything right now."

"I’ll tell you when I do!"

Lu Wuqing agreed.

Song Chuyi was thoroughly satisfied. A fit of madness had earned him a promise from Lu Wuqing—a great deal indeed!

He instantly felt at ease, even forgetting about his disrupted plans.

There was plenty of time; he would surely make Lu Wuqing feel the warmth of family!

Lu Wuqing looked at the happy Song Chuyi, lowering his gaze to stare at something, his eyes darkening.

Those hidden, undiscovered feelings, even those he thought he could suppress and control, resurfaced in that moment.

No one knew that he craved pain.

That which ordinary people feared was his remedy.

But in suppressing it day by day, he had molded himself into a normal person who feared pain.

Until just now, both the biting pain from his side and the slight sting from the small canine tooth awakened his primal instincts.

No, it was desire.

Desire for this person.